Tag: syx rp

|| Meme: If my muse were a god || @bengalisms ||

Syx sat cross-legged at the tiny altar and took a deep breath to ground himself, “I don’t know if you can even hear me. Would any god on this planet listen to me?” he sighed looking down at blue fingers, he wasn’t sure why he even decided on this god of all the choices on this planet, except… “Blue skin. Only the gods are supposed to have that, right?” he rubbed his hands over his large head, “If it helps, I ‘fell from the heavens’ not that I think that helps at all,” he sighed heavily and twisted his fingers together, “I… I’m anything but holy. I’ve done so many horrible things.”

“I hated the god and justice that they rattled on about in prison. Why would their god care about me? How could he even be real? But good will? Mercy? I have to believe in that,” he clutched at his offering, it was painful to think of parting with it, but he needed to. He was a father now. He needed to set an example for his child, “I have to believe that humanity can get better, will get better. I’ve raged against it, shouted and ranted until my face was purple. I did things that I regret so much… hurt people I hadn’t meant to… out of pride and pity and wanting to destroy what I thought was unredeemable. Metrocity… Metro City, there is good here. It can be better, but there already IS good here. It was always just so hard to see when I was so angry.” 

As he spoke his hands started disassembling the object he held. Small tools twisting and moving as he shed the outer casing and began removing wires and carefully pulled out the power supply.

“How do I come back from that?” he looked up at the alter, bright green eyes pleading, “Rajiv. God of Good Will. I don’t know if I have gods of my own. If they died when-” his throat closed and he couldn’t finish the thought, “But I have to believe in something. It might as well be in what I already believe in.”

 From the debris of the dismantled object, he began freeing pieces and placing them on the alter’s base. When he was done he began piecing together the remnants again. When he was done it was a shell of what it had been, awkward with so many parts missing. No more destruction. No more pain. No more death.

Staring down at his gutted de-gun, only de-hydration remaining, a small smile crept onto his face, “Non-violence.Only for good. I doubt I could ever be a hero, but I can at least not be a villain. The rest is being destroyed as I speak. The death ray, all the guns… I won’t destroy the bots, but dogs are allowed to have teeth,” he bit his lip but he couldn’t bring himself to remove the bear trap jaws of his creations. Be bowed his head forward, “I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but I will do my best to be a worthy being. Worthy of the only home I’ve ever known, even if I wasn’t born on its soil.”

Sweet Treats

|| @lotuseaterdragora ||

Minion was currently teaching Anna more about baking and Syx had been forcefully shooed from the kitchen by his fish for his crimes of stealing cookie dough. Also for the fact that last time he ‘helped’ bake he set the toaster on fire. They weren’t even using the toaster nor was it plugged in. The blue genius still swears that Minion purposefully booby traps the kitchen. 

Syx had gone for a ride of his bike which after driving down the lake shore had brought him to the pier. But that proved boring fairly quickly, the lake not enough to hold his attention today. Which ended in him wandering the aisle of the supermart and glaring at anyone to he felt was staring at his skin or head. He’d gone out just in his studded leather jacket, tight black pants, his trademark boots, and a black t-shirt proclaiming ‘Alien Sex Fiend’ which he’d worn for Anna as a joke that morning and had forgotten about until he’d gotten to the store.

His little shopping basket was filling up, mostly with things Minion hated having in the Lair or at least looked at Syx disapprovingly for eating: twizzlers, every-flavor-jelly-beans, maple pop tarts, pixie sticks, and oreos. As it was, the blue alien was also contemplating a pack of smoke, not for now… but maybe for later. He really shouldn’t… but still… he added a box of chocolate covered raisins to his basket.

Date Night

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Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”

“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”

Harrison’s blush got even deeper and he grinned bashfully at his date.  “I’m not adorable, I’m sex in a suit,” he replied cockily, trying to get a little of his usual bravado back despite the blush.  

“And not rushing sounds good.  I like that,” he confesses.   He licks his lips, still more flushed than he would have liked.  Oh the things this man did to him.  Syx had a special way of throwing him completely off kilter.  

“Try the soup,” he added, giving Syx’s hand a last squeeze before letting go to pick up his spoon to resume their date.  “Before it gets cold.”  He takes a bite of the fresh peas suspended in peapod shape. 

Chuckling, Syx withdrew his hand and picked up the spoon again, “I’m fairly certain that you can and are both sex in a suit and adorable. It would be a travesty on the world if those were mutually exclusive.”

Taking a sip of soup, he rolled the odd pea concoction in his mouth before swallowing, “Okay, it’s not horrible,” he admitted grudgingly, “Don’t you dare tell Minion I willingly ate veg-a-tables. He’ll start hiding them in everything again.”

Really the soup paled horribly to the man across from him. Harrison made him feel stupidly off kilter, longing to impress and terrified of failing in ways he hadn’t since his early days. He’d thought maybe it was just that it was new, that it was blue… And maybe that had factored in, but now… His stomach fluttered as he met Harrison’s eyes again. His lip was going to chap with how often he found himself biting it around this man. Syx wasn’t even sure himself how to label all the feeling inside of him, but it was always exciting and wonderful and just so very right.

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No trust for even bombs without heat signatures anymore sense Lucy Alixon backed away from this new gift. The first bomb’s foam taken a good while to clean off from her clothes and hair. “You wont trick me with the same thing two time’s how fine you even polish that bomb!!!” Eye’s narrow realizing it’s Syx’s.
“I though you knew the harm in getting my hair ruined!! Get that thing away from me or you regret it Syx!” Was the last threat she uttered before ducking behind a corner hearing foam bomb go off.

“……There is no genuine kind folk’s in this city anymore.” Huff.

“What do you mean, not original? Did… did somebody already think of this? Damn our amazing blue minds!”

“Yet somehow it’s even funnier to know it’s round tWO! HA!”

Wolf m!a

@glittergcld :

Anna had fallen asleep at something of a normal human hour, sprawled out in the bed with Syx’s pillow pressed close to her side as she was generally found when he didn’t join her. Though when Anna woke, the sun hadn’t even begun to hint in the sky, the world still dark. Despite her shorter time sleeping, she was entirely rested, blue eyes quite literally glowing slightly in the dim lighting. Without needing to turn any lights on, Anna made her way out of their room and into the lair proper.

Looking around, Anna began to meander about, trying to find her mate when a strange scent came to her, her awareness perking up immediately in a defensive manner as she began to follow wherever it may lead

Syx had been working on a project late into the night, first upgrading and repairing some of the combat brain bots then building a new fighting suit. Just in case he did end up in an all out war with the other Psycho Delic.

He could recall feeling overheated as he started to fade, rubbing his tired eyes and slowly stripping as he worked. A trail of his clothing led from where he’d been building to the leather sofa crammed against the wall. It was a common nap location for the blue villain and as such it always had a blanket and pillow on it. AC/DC still played on the overhead speakers and one of his favorite brain bots, the elderly 55, was cuddled down onto of the the large lump of blankets. A soft breathing noise rumbling from under him.

Anna was honestly a bit surprised by the trail of clothing that she came across, frowning softly as she bent down to pick it up. How many times had Syx ‘reminded’ her that clothing should be worn in the lair at all times? Too many for her to count, quite honestly. It wasn’t until she picked up the second article of clothing that she noticed something was off, the scent of it different…

Coming to the couch, Anna gazed down at the lump beneath the blankets that was hidden to her, her senses alive.. but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out just /why/. Something called to her like never before, tingling at her senses. Her time that she had been with Syx over the summer, she had begun to grow rather tan.. except her tan? It wasn’t going away. It kept her skin as a beautiful copper color, that color the first thing she saw as she reached down to pull the covers away

The lump stirred, first a dark black paw stuck out from under the blanket. 55 shifted and let out a “Bowg” at being disturbed. The black paw was followed by the head of a sleepy wolf, yawning wide as it stretched out and arched it’s back. He blinked sleepily up at Anna, recognizing his mate with ease despite the sleepy disorientation. With a puff of a sigh, he settled his head down on his paws, oddly green eyes nearly closed with lethargic ease.

Anna inhaled quickly as soon as she saw the paw immerge, quickly taking a large jumping step back as her eyes flared in brilliance, the glow increasing as she prepared to fight whoever had invaded her territory…

It wasn’t until she saw the wolf’s head emerge, pausing as her mouth gaped open. Genuine shock rolled through her as she slowly moved forward, the feeling of familiarity only increasing. The scent of her mate mingled together with something that smelled awfully… familiar. “..Syx?” She murmured, voice a bit gruff

Slowly waking up, Syx tipped his head at his mate. Why was she acting so odd? She should be snuggling with him. That seemed far more right.

Making a woof noise and leaning in to nuzzle her, he straightened up and the blanket fell further off his form revealing a body shape somewhere between his old one and the wolf like for Anna had taken before. Reaching out, he wrapped his pawed arms around her loosely and pulled her close.

Everything Syx did, she instinctively knew them to all be actions of a mate, knew them to be actions of a beast who dearly loved her.. and even before his body was shown and his eyes were opened she knew without a doubt that this wolf before her was Syx. Taking a step close to him, she shifted and curled up with him, feeling tears build in her eyes oddly enough…

It was when she nestled her nose in against his fur that the sense of home slammed into her, making her take in a deep breath as if she had surfaced from spending some time underwater, her arms wrapping around her. She closed her eyes tightly, holding him tighter yet as she made a low noise in the back of her throat that was something akin to a wolf whine in a human throat. The desire to shift and change tingled at her skin… but she restrained

Anna’s reaction had Syx waking up more fully, trying to murmur comforting things to his mate. Now that he focused, things were definitely off… But he was struggling to place how. As he moved to kiss her neck, his long wet tongue licked up the side of her neck. Well… that wasn’t what he’d intended to do but it felt right. Continuing his sleepy sounds of comfort he shifted and washed her face with wide flat strokes of his tongue.

Pulling back enough to look at her in concern, he brought an arm up to cradle her head… and finally noticed his fur covered limb. With a shout of alarm, he yipped and craned his long neck to look over his changed body, tail tucking between his legs and ears lowering as he whined low in his throat. What was going on?

Anna shifted in his arms, tilting her head in a manner that exposed her neck just a bit more and would allow him to wash her face easier, all acts of instinct that drove her forward without her thinking of it. The sound of fright he made quickly shook her from herself, opening eyes that glowed a touch more than usual before they settled into their usual state.

“Hey.. hey it’s alright,” she urged, smiling softly, looking over his form, “I don’t know what’s going on.. but it’s alright.”

Syx looked up at her with big pleading green eyes and pulled closer for comfort. He ran his claw tipped fingers over his fur, trying to part it, somehow still hoping to find blue skin under it all. A low noise of distress still continued, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Thief

|| @mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur || Beau ||

Anthony (Tony) Woodridge was in over his head. He knew he was, but he’d stubbornly continued anyway. What choice was there now? He’d already stolen the car. It wasn’t like he could just return it now.

He’d been moving a lot recently, dodging telling Emma the truth of what was going on. She was his best friend… only friend really… but she was getting her life together. College and an actual decent boyfriend this time. She didn’t need him being a black hole. He failed at everything he touched… everything but being a ‘bad boy’ a punk and criminal. So fuck it. He couldn’t get a proper job anyway. Emma had tried so hard to get him to see the future as bright, but it just wasn’t. It couldn’t be.

So now here he was. With a car he’d stolen. He’d been proud of the theft, he didn’t know why Uncle Frankie and Fast-Fingers made it sound so hard. He’d disguised himself as a bellhop and just driven off with the gorgeous machine. It had been a dream working on it, switching out anything distinguishable, a new paint job and VIN numbers. He’d tweaked up the engine while he was at it, he adored tinkering with the inner workings. It was like new.

This last bit, though, this was the part he was nervous about. Getting the cash from the buyer. Tony rubbed his hands on his slacks nervously, he was far more comfortable in a worker’s overalls or in his studded leather jacket than the awkwardly sized gray suit he now wore. The material chaffed and the tie strangled him. He yanked on it again and fidgetted with his phone. Double checking the email for the millionth time, yes this was the place, the time rapidly approaching. The car was behind him in its shiny glory, he’d driven it to the meeting but had planned ahead and tucked a bike to leave on nearby. 

Just make the trade, get the cash, get home, win. It was simple! If he could just get his heart to stop racing. God, where was the guy already? He just needed to see that money, to know that this shit hell he’d been living in was about to end. Tony’s foot tapped out a crescendo on the pavement as he checked the email one last time.

Date Night

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Threading his fingers with Harrison’s, Syx nodded earnestly, “Do do want that,” he laughed, “It wasn’t until all this insanity started that I realized just how desperately I need that. And I do want all of those soft moments with you.”

Squeezing the blue fingers in his, he added, “Not that you make it easy to think about anything but sex sometimes,” he bit his lower lip, “Pure sex in a suit.”

Leaning forward awkwardly over the table, he kissed Harrison’s knuckles, “I’m really glad to hear that you don’t want a full-time dom?” he chuckled, “I could never keep that up. I like it like my costume? Something I can take on and off,’ He squeezed Harrison’s fingers, looking into his eyes, “I want to meet your son, watch my favorite cheezy movies with you, I want you to meet Anna. English feels ridiculously limited to describe the things I feel, but I do want you to be a part of my life. All of it. Not just the sex,” he rolled a shoulder and grinned, “Though I most certainly want that too.”

Harrison lets out a sigh of deep relief.  He can’t help but preen a little when Syx calls him ‘sex in a suit’ (given that is exactly the look he works so hard to achieve) but he’s so glad to hear they are on the same page.  The awkward kiss on his knuckles only helps cement the other man’s words, and a bright purple blush blooms on his cheeks.  

“I love you too,” he blurts out before he can think.  “Before.  You said you loved me.  And I love you too.  I don’t know what that means or where that takes us….. but what I have with you is so special and I know neither of us was looking for it or expected it but….”  

Now the blush is a bright purple inferno.  “I’m just glad you feel the same way,” he concludes awkwardly.  

Syx bit his lower lip, grinning widely, “Has anyone ever told you that your blush is adorable? Because it is,” his thumb rubbed over Harrison’s knuckles tenderly, “I’d really hoped to be far more… romantic? passionate? sexy? when I said that rather than just blurting it out in a panic. But I do. Love you. You’re important, so important,” his own cheeks colored as he squeezed Harrison’s fingers, “I’m glad you feel that way too.”

“It’s not a rush to figure out, is it?” he worried his lip, “I don’t know what labels to even give what I feel. All I know is that I want to be part of your life and you in mine.”

Little Fish Baby

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syx-blue:

Syx’s eyes widen in shock at the little hand coming at him. He started to pull away, then bit his lip and lean in slightly. Touch was good right? If they couldn’t talk. Touch was so important to him when he was that little. 

“Yeah, see? Safe,” Syx murmured in hushed tones.

Minion made supportive nods and tried not to move. His fins fluttered nervously, though. It looked like a baby, but he hated taking chances with his Sir’s safety. 

Still not understanding what was being said, nonetheless the little alien pulls away quickly, a quiet hiss along with it as he opens and closes that hand. Trying to get used to the difference in their skin, still.

Again with the same chattered question, focus flickering between Syx’s face and the other fish-like alien behind them.

Syx sighed heavily and Minion made placating gestures. Refocusing on the child, the blue teen tried to let the little baby as much freedom of movement as possible without letting him escape.

“You can’t understand English, that’s clear. Or just can’t speak it?” Syx rubbed his large forehead with one hand, “Either way, I can’t understand you.”

“It does appear to just be a baby, Sir,” Minion reasoned, “We were scared when we got here,” though it was only a guess influenced by their own experience to assume the child was new to earth. Or even a baby for that matter.

“And hungry,” Syx mused, “Do you need food? What do you eat?” the sharp teeth so similar to Minion’s gave him an idea, “Fish?”